Sunday, April 29, 2012

New Feature: Sundays with Sarah (1)

Every Sunday Sarah will post a little something for your reading pleasure!

Sarah is known for her creative talents from literary arts in poetry and her books to the graphic arts and visual communications. Sarah first studied Theater and Film and later on Design for Digital Media Arts,then worked towards a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of Alberta. She continued her education further by taking an animation course through the State of Florida University and later studied animation and literary arts with the Walt Disney Company, where she worked as a media and design consultant for various projects from 2007 till 2009 and later became a story editor for film and television from 2009 till present. Sarah is a credited writer, novelist and scriptwriter. Her abilities create life and worlds out of pen and paper, that showcases her literary talents. Already with twelve published books ranging from Sociology to Fantasy Fiction to teens and even a poetry book, she continues to bring a new meaning to the term "creative imagination" each time.

The age of innocence gives way to a playful heart. Who can't resist jumping into a pile of golden leaves. Each leaf tells a story of the summer wind as it flutters in the air. The scent of fallen leaves fills the air with an aroma of time and signals the coming cold.

When was the last time you played in the leaves, and covered yourself in the golden blankets of the change that autumn brings. As we grow older, we forget about the simple things and the simple times of being a child. The smiles of joy that autumn brings, changes in the fall, brings changes in the hearts, of those who step into the beauty that is fall. I gaze up to the branches and stare at the falling leaves as they move like feathers as they fall to the ground. The falling leaves are autumns equivalent to the falling snow in winter. No two leaves are alike, and no two snowflakes are identical but they both move in symmetry as they fall. A gentle flutter to the ground. I reach out to catch one in my hand.

Like the seasons that change, so do our hearts. It marks the passage of time and youth. Spring gives way to the birth of life, summer tells us the stories of what we are, while autumn teaches us there must be an end, for as winter approaches so does our end. For now, I will play in the leaves, and dive into my mountain of gold, and cover myself. I will stand and look into the trees and watch for the coming end of autumn.

And when all the leaves have fallen, I will take one last look and pile them once more, but not to play in. Instead, I will take a look at the trees and the bare branches that once held those leaves and I will smile.

Goodbye Autumn, Goodbye harvest moon,

tree tops and bottom, I will see you again soon,

Goodbye leaves on this fall day, Goodbye branches and my tire swing

knowing that you cannot stay, I wait for winter and what it will bring,

Goodbye trees Goodbye youth,

and my pile of leaves, and that's the truth,

Goodbye child who walks the mile, Goodbye my autumn friend,

all year round with a golden smile. now I wait for old years end,

Autumn may be gone, and wait for something new, as I stand here in my leaves waiting for you.